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"Where the hell am I?" Jojji exclaimed, his confusion palpable.
Slabby drove like a maniac until they arrived at an ancient asylum. She abruptly instructed Jojji to exit the car, then swiftly knocked him unconscious. When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a stark white room, its sole occupant a solitary TV.
"Greetings, Jojji," a strange, deep voice echoed through the room.
"Who are you? This is the third time I'm asking. What the hell is going on?" Jojji retorted, his frustration mounting.
"You will come to know my identity, but first, you must earn that privilege. This decaying asylum serves as the base for my team's operations. Our next mission is to obliterate the prison where your sister is being held captive. Do you comprehend the meaning of this?"
"I... I think I do," Jojji stammered, his nerves tinged with a glimmer of hope amid the surrounding darkness.
"As I mentioned earlier, you must prove your worth and determination to earn this opportunity and the accompanying information. Perhaps even secure a place within my team. Best of luck, Jojji."
Two doors swung open, revealing over a hundred deranged psychopaths abandoned within the confines of the asylum. It was a deadly game, and Jojji had to survive this onslaught of madmen in order to save his sister.
"So, you want a fight, huh? What a pain in the ass..." Jojji muttered under his breath.
"HEY, YOU THERE! ARE YOU READY FOR SOME ACTION? I'M GOING TO TEAR YOU APART AND MAYBE DO THE SAME TO YOUR SWEET LITTLE SISTER. I BET SHE'D MAKE A HOT LOLITA, AH-HA-HA-HA-HA!" a random psycho taunted.
"Action, you say? Pfft... go ahead, make my day!" Jojji retorted, his resolve solidifying amidst the impending chaos.